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To the bright-eyed girl who didn't understand a thing Not because she didn't care, But because she didn't need to Instead of perfume, her mother covered herself in whiskey. Instead of cologne, her dad wore ***** And it wasn't a tragedy, it was simply normal. Until she realized that ****** fists and slamming doors had no place in a home. And that maybe just maybe her house was never really a home. Because ignorance is bliss. And if you don't understand that some things are right and some are wrong everything is still just okay To the bright-eyed girl who didn't know that her childhood was ripped away until it was too late
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
to the girl i used to be
To the bright-eyed girl who didn't understand a thing Not because she didn't care, But because she didn't need to Instead of perfume, her mother covered herself in whiskey. Instead of cologne, her dad wore ***** And it wasn't a tragedy, it was simply normal. Until she realized that ****** fists and slamming doors had no place in a home. And that maybe just maybe her house was never really a home. Because ignorance is bliss. And if you don't understand that some things are right and some are wrong everything is still just okay To the bright-eyed girl who didn't know that her childhood was ripped away until it was too late
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
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